The bridge
I start to walk towards the beach, the fresh sea breeze blowing on my face, the salty smell of the ocean fills my lungs. I start running, as I pick up speed it feels as if the wind is trying to hold me back.I kick off my shoes as I run leaving them scattered on the path behind me. I keep running and jump off the bridge, the cold ocean water immediately replenishes my skin. I sink down slowly,I can see the fish swimming through the water. I can see the seaweed drifting with the water. I come up for a breath and forget all my worries, for a minute life feels perfect. I dove back under, deeper this time. The deeper i go the colder it gets, my feet touch the bottom and I watch. I watch the ocean as I float upwards, with each air bubble one of my worries slips away. As I drag myself ashore I feel calm, like actually calm, not the calm you feel after a good nights rest, calm like I just started life again, I don’t have any worries anymore.

Fantastic piece
Beautiful — and blessedly succinct — meditation of renewal via metphor and the sea. Sense-filling descriptions turn mood and moment into a renewed zest for life. A beautiful gem in the necklace of self and nonself as one.